This is me trying to pay attention.

When you hear the horns on I Want To Be Known, you'd never know the darkness it came from. Horns often herald something glorious, but I wasn't writing from a place of triumph or fanfare. I wrote this song from defeat.

The melody found me in the mountains just outside of Canmore, Alberta.

My wife and I escaped the city for our anniversary weekend. The air was crisp but warm enough for a winter walk. Snow fell like stars and–best of all–our Air BnB had a hot tub.

I needed this break.

I'd just learned that yet another job I'd been hoping for fell through. I was overqualified, which, to me, reads "you're a great fit somewhere, just not here."

Hey pals - my brand new single is rolling out across the internets today and I'd love for you to take a listen.

I've worked my little bowtie-wearing-butt off for this one. Hours of recording in my basement. Making mistakes. Learning. Making more mistakes. Finally, emerging victorious and bloodied with a hard-won song of faith and doubt to be proud of.

I Waited has always been a dark tune for me. I sometimes tell people this song is about being stood-up by the devil. This is a morning-after-mistake dirge. An ode to that tar-stain darkness that is so hard to wash from your soul after you’ve made a terrible moral choice. Harmed a friend. Told a lie. Crossed a boundary.